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8.17.2004

On the chair

What can you do when you are at the mercy of a dental assistant who has heavy clumsy hands? I’d say tell her so.


That’s what has happened on Saturday morning, I don’t even know why I ended up with her in the first place and I hope she doesn’t have to see me again next time I have an appointment. I am doubting if she even knew what she was doing. Saturday meant installation of the metal bands and oh-- more separators! *ughh*.


The entire process shouldn’t even take too long but she took more than an hour with me, sighing under her breath whenever she can’t get those bands in between my teeth. So what do I get for this? Metal separators!


If I wasn’t in a rush to leave to get to the ball game, I would have complained to my ortho about it but because this lady took her sweet ol time, I had to tell her I have somewhere to be that time and she has to hurry up. I am sure she must be cursing me in her mind for it but hey, if you get pinched and metal instruments hitting your teeth due to HER clumsiness, I just can’t take that sitting down (even if technically I was).


I think I should have delayed this for another month because I just realized we are leaving for Hawaii in a few weeks (yay!). Here’s hoping I won’t set the metal detectors off at the airport.

Copyright 2004 Wandertrekker

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